It is my pleasure to have another guest author on my blog fellow M/M and LSB author Kimber Vale. This post is smoking hot, I promise. *grin*
Thanks for hosting me,
Shiloh! I’m thrilled to be here sharing
a little bit about my new release, Double Takes. This is the second book in my
Shooting Stars series, but is a standalone. Of course, anyone who read the
first book, Forever is Now, will recognize Chance and Alex in one special
scene.
I think Double Takes has
something for everyone: a kid, a dog, a wedding, sexy rock stars, a bit of a
thrill ride surprise, super-fun secondary characters, and a wicked-hot romance.
I hope y’all check it out!
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Blurb:
Ah, the life of a rock star.
Everyone thinks it’s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock and roll.
Not for Giovanni Savale.
For the lead singer of Three
Deaf Mice, a band that reached its pinnacle in the late nineties, it’s nothing
but an ugly divorce with a custody battle, money trouble, and now the nightmare
exposure of starring in a reality television show. When his producer decides to
cash in on an infamous interview Gio did years ago, and give the self-confessed
bisexual rocker an onscreen boyfriend, things really hit the fan. Gio is
certain his sexual experimentation back in his drug-abusing days meant nothing
— after all he’s been married for nine years, clean and sober for nearly as
long, and he has a son. And Gio is not remotely attracted to Kyrie, the funny,
flamboyant actor they choose for his love interest. Of course, Lance Garrett,
the mysterious and sexy owner of the local antique shop, Double Takes, is a
whole different story. The guy has Gio planning out a future he never imagined.
With the threat of losing all custody of his ten-year-old son, ghosts from the
past returning for revenge, and the cameras rolling, can Gio keep his head
above water and his heart from getting broken?
Excerpt:
Lance’s hand on top of his
stopped Gio from silencing the irritating voice.
Gio sat down heavily next to
Lance, one hand still burdened by his dinner plate and the other sandwiched
between Lance’s palm and the remote. He didn’t dare pull it away, and Lance
apparently wanted to see the entire commercial because he kept Gio trapped
there until it finished.
“What was that all about?”
Lance’s warm fingers slid from Gio’s, leaving his hand cold.
“Ah, it’s dumb. The world’s
most degrading way to make a paycheck.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Lance
stared at something past Gio’s shoulder.
“The producers took some stupid
poll and found out the viewers want to see me…” Gio paused in search of the
right word. What the hell did people want to see? “They wanna see me squirm.
They want to see a supposedly bisexual man drowning in the same-sex dating
pool. It’s all bullshit—just for ratings.”
“So, you’re not really dating
that guy?”
“No! Well, yeah, I have to for
the show. But not really. It’s just a publicity stunt, you know?”
“So, you aren’t bi, then?”
Lance cocked his head and skewered Gio with those intense hazel eyes.
“Yeah! No! I mean … it’s not
like I…” What the fuck was he even trying to say? You’ve
screwed around with guys before, ass munch.
The confused squint of the eyes
staring back at him—moss-green with spikes of brown radiating from his
pupils—told Gio his answer didn’t exactly make sense to Lance, either.
“I always wondered if those
rumors were true before you got married.” Lance made it sound like a question.
“Well, you know how it is …
when you’re young, and you party too much. Sometimes you do shit you wouldn’t
normally do if you weren’t fucked up, right?” Gio gave a weak laugh.
Lance’s face was introspective
and finally he shook his head. “When I was young and I partied too much, I
never ended up in bed with a woman, so no … I don’t know.”
Hold the fucking phone. Something skipped inside Gio’s chest. It was nauseating
and exhilarating all at once. Like a rollercoaster when it crests the top of a
hill. He knew he was about to drop, he craved the intoxicating free fall, but
was scared shitless at the same time.
Lance placed his dinner on the
coffee table and turned to Gio.
What is going on? How do I even
respond to that?
“So…?” Gio began, but then
Lance’s right hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to those
amazing eyes, his mouth closer to Lance’s flawless one.
Lips, soft yet firm and
unbelievably full, pressed to Gio’s and his eyelids dropped like they were
weighted. Fingers carded the hair at the back of his head and lured him to kiss
back. Or maybe it was the faint spicy smell Gio now associated with Lance that
made his lips pucker and nibble against the other guy’s delicious mouth. Gio
detected a hint of lemon poppy seed dressing as he sucked a voluptuous bottom
lip between his own.
Lance’s tongue darted out to
lick Gio’s closed mouth, and Gio opened to suck in a surprised breath. Gio’s
tongue had a will of its own. It touched Lance’s wet tip and they swirled
together, exploring each other’s taste, marking new territory in the other’s
domain.
A low rumble came from
somewhere; Gio wasn’t sure if it was he or Lance who groaned. He wanted to grab
the man sitting next to him, wanted to slide his hand up the inseam of his jeans
and stroke his dick into dripping hardness. Gio’s own cock was filling,
twitching against the constraints of his pants with each meeting of their
tongues.
Oh my God, what the hell am I
doing? Nothing about this kiss—hot
slippery tongues meshing and soft bristles tickling his cheeks—nothing about it
was like his memories of other men. Those were hazy and unreal and this was
vibrant—electric. His conscience had long ago associated those fleeting,
drugged sexual acts with perversion. He had swept them under the carpets of
history along with his ancient addictions. But this kiss didn’t make him think
of sinfulness and mistakes. It felt right, like nothing before ever had. It
flooded his senses and his prick and had him aching for more, everything Lance
had.
Gio pulled away from his
thoughts and from Lance’s lips. His breath came in shallow gasps that exposed
him as much as the bulge in his pants did. Lance slid his warm hand off Gio’s
neck and took a shaky inhalation. Gio swallowed hard as he swiped his hair back
with trembling fingers. His plate was still in the other hand, tilting
precariously but fortunately not dumped all over the floor. He set it down on
the table just as a cheer went up on the television.
The Red Sox had scored a home
run. I only got to first base, but man I was close to
dropping to my knees and knocking this one out of the park. What the fuck?
Lance took a long pull off his
water. Gio watched him out of the corner of his eye while he pretended to be
enraptured by Big Papi jogging the bases. He had no clue what he should do or
say. I’m not really into guys didn’t seem at
all right anymore. Lance made it easy for him.
“Hey, sorry about that. I
didn’t mean to freak you out. Just wanted to give you something to think about
and you can get back to me on it.” He gave a half smile that was sexy as hell.
Bio:
Kimber Vale writes romance of
all stripes, from hot hetero stories to mouthwatering men falling in love
(under the name K. Vale). Keep up with Kimber’s news and follow all her tour
stops on her blog: http://www.kimbervale.me
and friend/follow her on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale. Come for the
sex. Stay for the story. http://www.authorkimbervale.com
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